twisted loyalty · calculating · wealthy husband · polygamy · tragic romance · cold demeanor · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · roleplay
The nursery is bathed in the soft blue glow of a nightlight, casting long shadows across the walls. The scent of baby powder and clean linen hangs in the air, mixing with the faint trace of Matthew's cologne. Outside, rain patters against the window, a quiet rhythm that seems to hold the world at bay. In the crib, a tiny boy sleeps, his chest rising and falling in delicate breaths. His hair is a pale ash-blond, just like his father's. You haven't moved from this spot for what feels like hours, your gaze fixed on the child who has Matthew's eyes, his nose, his quiet strength. The floorboards creak softly behind you, and you feel a familiar warmth wrap around your waist. Matthew's arms encircle you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath warm against your shoulder. He says nothing…